Silent Bondage

it's lunch time she's nibbling on the usual handful of fries she allows herself to eat desperately hoping her intent will remain discreet she excuses herself to the ladies' room willing her stomach to accept what little food she's just consumed but it's too late; those fries comes up with a nasty vengeance so, she wipes her face and gives her mouth a little rinse looks in the mirror and tries not to wince she's pale, sickly, tired, and thin didn't think that dropping a few pounds would make her feel so empty within but it has, and she doesn't know who's to blame is it her, or that little demon inside, inflicting all this pain? it's this vicious cycle she lives everyday her body gets a mind of its own, and she just looks on in dismay it's those voices inside her head drowning out the rationale that there's better days ahead they give her life a rhythm, a sad sorrowful beat it's like a sick game and she's got no choice but to compete so, she continues doing what she's doing in despair fully aware that the damage to her body is too great to repair it's gonna be a long and painful path to return back to what she once was, and that's pretty funny cause: it was never supposed to end up like this she just wanted those skinny jeans to fit but now she's that dreaded hypocrite another statistic overcome by society's pressure to be number one so much for actually becoming someone I guess that's just the price she's going to have to pay for caring so much about how much she weighs she never knew how much it sucked to be a cliché ... it kind of sucks to be a cliché

Subscribe

Get Teen Ink’s 48-page monthly print edition. Written by teens since 1989.